My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 336: The Whereabouts of Feng Ziyu

Chapter 336: Chapter 336: The Whereabouts of Feng Ziyu

"Monsters? What kind of monsters have you seen here?" Han Fei didn’t fully believe the woman’s words. It seemed highly unlikely that a typical housewife could survive in a closet full of monsters based on luck alone.

"Those deformed arms you encountered before are the most common type of monster here. They’re like parasites living in the closet, constantly rummaging through the pockets of clothes for any remnants. It seems they can extract memories of the clothes’ owners from those items and feed on them. I call them Many-handed Worms, sometimes also Scavengers."

"Besides Scavengers that pick up Memory Fragments, there are other monsters that look almost human, or rather, they were human once but have now become dazed and lost all sense of self. I refer to them as Lost Souls."

"A long time ago, I followed a Lost Soul wandering through the closet. After a long while, that Lost Soul suddenly disappeared. Where he left, all I found was a piece of blood-soaked clothing that looked very similar to what he had been wearing."

"Many-handed Worms and Lost Souls won’t hurt us. The most dangerous creatures in this closet are of a different kind altogether."

"One type of monster disguises itself as a closet door. When you open the door gleefully thinking you’ve found a way out, you’re met with a gaping maw."

"There’s another sort of monster that looks just like a person, but wears the Blood Clothes from inside the closet. They are the most dangerous ones. They disguise themselves as clothes, and when you get close, they suddenly grab and bite you."

Butterfly’s closet seemed to exist between a nightmare and reality, like a mold-ridden corridor housing both people and monsters lost within a dream.

This eerie closet might also be related to Butterfly’s ability. In Han Fei’s recollection, Butterfly’s greatest skill was to enter someone’s dream first and then gradually influence reality through that dream.

"You must have had a tough time surviving in a place like this," Han Fei commented with genuine admiration. "Do you remember how long you’ve lived here?"

"Without the sun, moon, or stars, without any point of reference, I initially tried to keep track of time, but my mind has grown increasingly muddled. Now, I can’t even tell if it’s day or night outside."

"How have you managed to survive here? Are there food and water in the closet?" Han Fei asked suspiciously, eying the woman. His expression was one of normal human curiosity, but internally he harbored a tentative guess that the woman might have already died, and that she was merely a ghost who hadn’t completely forgotten her past.

"Water..." The woman fell silent, and after a long pause, she finally looked up. "I was afraid of scaring you and thought I’d tell you later. Since you’ve asked, I won’t hide anything from you. Come with me."

The woman gripped the fruit knife tightly in her hand, her nervousness apparent, like a hunter with little experience.

The bloodstains on the surrounding clothes grew more pronounced. After avoiding the arm monsters several times, the woman led Han Fei deeper into the closet.

Strange voices occasionally wafted past their ears, as if clothes worn by the deceased had suddenly begun to speak.

The further they walked, the more uneasy Han Fei became. The clothes around them were dripping with fresh blood, some still trickling down as if they had been stripped off a corpse not long ago.

Getting closer to the clothes, one could faintly hear the sounds of anguished moans.

"We’re here; I call this place the dining hall."

It took half an hour of walking before the woman stopped. She gently picked up a piece of clothing that was still bleeding and apologized to it before putting it in her mouth.

As the bright red blood flowed into her body, the woman’s eyes slowly turned red. After sucking the blood, she turned to look at Han Fei.

Her mouth stained red with blood, teeth tainted with residue, face speckled with splatters of blood, she now looked ferocious, like a Fierce Ghost, a stark contrast to how she appeared before.

"Do you find me scary? But don’t forget I saved you earlier," the woman said, putting down the Blood Clothes. "This is the only way to survive here. I was very resistant at first, but there was no other option. My son might be used as a plaything by a Fierce Ghost, and with that thought in mind, there’s nothing I can’t do."

"You’re a great mother."

"Don’t flatter me. When hunger strikes hard enough, you’ll make the same choice, because it’s the only path." After she drank the blood from the clothes, her veins began to swell, and her complexion turned even paler. Every time she spoke, two voices would issue from her mouth, though the other voice was faint.

Han Fei now understood why the woman’s voice had sounded so strange. To survive in this place, she had drunk the blood from countless dead people’s clothes.

"Apart from me, have you met anyone else here?"

"I’ve encountered others, but most are on the verge of madness. Some have already become Lost Souls and will probably soon turn into new clothes hanging in the closet." The woman observed her skin becoming gradually redder from the blood she’d imbibed. "Actually, there’s another reason I saved you."

"What reason?"

"I feel like I can’t hold on much longer. If I turn into one of the clothes in the closet, I hope you can carry me with you and, while ensuring your own survival, help look for my child," the woman said, not in a demanding tone but as if to negotiate, "He was wearing a little bear pajama when he disappeared. If he’s still alive, I hope you can take care of him. And if he’s turned into clothing, could you please put him with me, okay?"

"Don’t be so pessimistic. Maybe we can find him and leave together."

"I hope so." The woman thought Han Fei was just comforting her and didn’t take his words to heart.

"I’m serious," Han Fei was about to ask for more information when the woman suddenly gestured for him to crouch down.

In the distance, the Blood Clothes swayed gently, and moments later, a man in his forties with thinning hair and wearing a shirt crawled out.

He didn’t notice Han Fei and the woman, squatting on the ground, inching his body along.

"What is this place?!" The middle-aged man’s face twisted with fear, and his mental state was very unstable, as if he was on the brink of collapse.

Daring not to call for help, fearing it would attract the Monster, he could only move slowly by himself.

The middle-aged man crawled a bit further, and all he saw were bloody clothes; his eyes now saw everything in red, and his complexion was very poor.

"Why is this happening?"

The man’s emotions gradually became unstable, and before he completely broke down, Han Fei and the woman emerged from their hiding place.

"Don’t panic, we’re trapped in this closet just like you..."

"Don’t come any closer! Just stand there and talk!" The middle-aged man saw the bloodstains on the woman’s face that hadn’t been wiped away and the fruit knife in her hand, and he thought of something very bad.

"You’d better keep your voice down. If you attract the Monster, are you sure you can run faster than both of us?" Han Fei, with his abundant practical experience in psychology, had pocketed the Rebirth Saber before showing himself.

Raising his hands and slowly approaching, Han Fei approached the middle-aged man with the utmost sincerity, "It seems like you haven’t been in this closet for very long?"

"I’m not sure about the time, maybe more than a dozen hours? I stayed in place at first, and then I started moving slowly when I found there was a Monster," said the middle-aged man, extremely insecure. In this situation, the sound of Han Fei’s voice gave him a sense of reassurance.

"Can you tell me how you got into this closet?"

"I don’t know!" The middle-aged man clutched at his already thinning hair, "There was a thumping noise from my upstairs neighbor’s place in the middle of the night, keeping me awake. I wanted to go up and check, and when I did, I found their door wasn’t locked."

"You went in? Why didn’t you just call the police?"

"I stormed in without thinking much. After entering, I found no one inside. When I felt something was strange, I suddenly heard a noise from the bedroom, so I pushed the door open and took a look."

"Did you see anyone in the closet?"

"I saw the tenant lying on the bed, asleep like a log. I thought he was faking it, so I went over to wake him up. The second I touched his face, I realized something was wrong." The middle-aged man was extremely regretful, but it was too late for regrets now, "His face was ice cold, like a piece of pork just taken out from the fridge’s crisper."

"Cold skin means he’s been dead for a while. It seems the thumping noise upstairs wasn’t him. There must have been someone else in the house, most likely the culprit," Han Fei analyzed calmly.

"That’s what I thought too, but by the time I thought to run, my body was out of control. I felt dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in this place." The middle-aged man’s face was filled with bitterness, "The stocks I bought just broke even yesterday. I thought my luck was turning, but I didn’t expect that was just the last flicker of light."

"The culprit who got you into the closet was actually after your neighbor; your involvement was an accident. Can you tell me about your neighbor?" Han Fei found it strange. It seemed the middle-aged man had been dragged into the closet only recently. Given the timeline, Butterfly was facing increasingly intense police searches these days and was continuously looking for Huang Ying’s flaws. It was unlikely they would act rashly.

"My neighbor is a weirdo. We’ve been neighbors for years and have spoken no more than three sentences. He’s a loner and always chooses to eat in the dead of night. I heard from people in the community that he used to work for a big company, but then he seemed to have suffered a setback and became depressed and listless," the middle-aged man shared.

"Worked for a big company?" Han Fei’s eyes narrowed, "Do you know his name?"

"His name is Feng Ziyu. He has been acting more and more abnormal recently. Every day he seems secretive, as if he’s living in a world of his own imagination."